DH has cancer and has had radiotherapy which affects his thermostat so some nights he's ok, others he sweats buckets so bed is soaked. He also snores like a drill, getting worse the older he gets. I moved into spare room after his major operation as he was afraid I might hurt him in my sleep. It has been 6 months and I love the bed to myself, reading as long as I want, taking my hottie to bed to warm my cold feet which he always moaned about (bottle not my feet). He makes the odd, 'when you move back in our bed' but I avoid answer. I like being in my own bed. Sex is not on the agenda as due to meds he's on he has problems in that department. I like the status quo but how long it will stay like that, who knows.
I would like to meet here someone from eastern Europe



but needed me to be close by. If only I had pushed for the twin beds idea.
, which he carries out with gusto. It begins with something like a whimper, then a whine then the groaning starts.... Can't stand it, so here I am, in the spare room, in a bed not quite long enough and with the cat plonked slap-bang in the middle of the eiderdown, because she was here first.